My dad left for work very early morning and my mom was still asleep upstairs. So I ate the couch in order to spend more time with mom before she left me for work too.
Posts Categorized: Dog Bed Destruction
I ate the feather pillow
“I tore apart my bed…AGAIN!! Mom says ‘no more nice beds for me’. -Kahle”
Kahle seems to think she is too good for her $75 bed.
Meet Cooper and his new memory foam bed. “It wasn’t me… It must of been defective.”
I gave my mom a heart attack when she mistook the stuffing from my bed as explosive diarrhea.
Beds are for eating! #SorryNotSorry
Otis, the Labrador, tears apart a new down-filled throw pillow. Feather bonanza ensues.
I couldn’t fit inside my chihuahua brother’s bed. So I ate it.
Jack was always such a good boy, we don’t know what came over him.
Our dog Winnie can’t be trusted with any type of bed!